Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.